>You sat idly on your porch, swirling a cup of coffee methodically between your hands.
>No matter how bad the coffee tasted, you found it soothing – something to set your mind at ease.
>Endless cold nipped at your numb fingers, only to match the heat of the cup.
>You struggled to keep your eyes open, despite the lingering effect of the coffee.
>Sleep evaded you, despite how desperately you required it.
>However, sleeping ceased as an option after the accident.
>An endless collection of nightmares invaded your mind every night.
>You brought the cup to your lips.
>Steam steadily rose from the surface, assaulting your nostrils with a strong aroma.
>A heavy sigh fell from your lips.
>Several weeks had passed since the accident.
>You thought back to the scene.
>Rain steadily poured from the sky, hammering the ground.
>Dash told you to slow down, for once, and you did.
>But somehow, through an unidentified error, the vehicle veered off the road and over a cliff.
>Her screaming broke into a veil of darkness.
>When you woke up, Dash was gone, and paramedics carried you away into an ambulance.
>The police searched for weeks, but they never found her body.
>After those weeks ended, she was merely pronounced “missing”.
>Although the title brought with it doubt.
>Many believed she was dead, due to the circumstances.
>However, despite the evidence of death, a glimmer of hope pulsed in your heart.
>Coffee scorched your tongue and throat with a sip.
>Your eyes closed.
>Night after night, you waited here.
>Hope never failing, always holding strong.
>Endless torment coined with an effort to stay awake, anxiously awaiting her return.
>Your eyes opened to the crushing reality set before you.
>She was still gone.
>News channels pronounced her dead, your family verged on collapse, and you lost someone close.
>You alone held onto the sliver of hope that remained - she was alive.
>Despite the growing depression surrounding you, faith held deep in your heart that she was still out there.
>Waiting to return to you.
>Dash would run up the steps with the same old smug grin, and you would embrace her.
>Thoughts of the past flowed into your mind as your eyes closed.
>Each moment a cherished testament of the time where she remained.
>Scene after scene cascaded perfectly into your weary mind.
>Until finally, the voices and film of the past set to the beginning.
>The start of the realization that you met the love of your life.
>Your eyes shut closed one last time as the memories flashed into life.